Shendu: "So, you still used the Dog Talisman's power."
Shendu: "Without the Dog Talisman, you would've died?"
Shendu: "How pathetic. You've been in the Chat Group for so long, yet you can't even beat a Mortal from a single world."
Shendu: "Don't call yourself a Campione from now on. It'd be a joke if word got out."
Shendu mocked him directly in the Chat Group.
So he was saying his own power was useful?
That meant that without the Dog Talisman's power, Marquis Voban would already be dead?
More than once, even.
That was truly laughable.
Sure, the other party was the Sword Saint of that world, but in the end, he was still only human. He did not possess the Witch's powerful Authorities, yet he had still lost to a mere human.
He was really getting worse with age.
Oldest Godslayer: "A Mortal?"
Oldest Godslayer: "Do you even know what the hell you're saying?!"
Oldest Godslayer: "If he's a Mortal, this old man will chop off his own head!"
When Marquis Voban saw Shendu's words and recalled his battle with Reinhard, he could not help gritting his teeth.
That guy was fucking not human!
His swordsmanship being strong was one thing. After all, he bore the title of Sword Saint, so no matter how powerful his sword techniques were, they remained within Marquis Voban's expectations.
If it had only been swordsmanship, it would not have angered Marquis Voban so much.
At the beginning, the two had fought evenly enough, and Marquis Voban had even maintained the upper hand. Still, Reinhard's displayed strength and rate of improvement had left Marquis Voban extremely satisfied with his opponent.
That was how it had been at first.
Until, after one clash, Reinhard said that Marquis Voban's power was too great. Though he had